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  “Fucking perfect,” Xerox mutters just before his lips cover mine.

  Chapter Three

  ***Xerox***

  I can still feel her lips on mine, even now, when I look across the clubhouse. She’s standing in front of the table where Beecher, Barlow, Quill, and her brothers are seated. Maci points her finger in each of their faces before she swings her arm back in the direction of the bar.

  Yeah…I need to keep a straight face, but on the inside I’m in full blown laughter mode. Why? Because she’s lecturing all of them about the hos that are sulking against the bar with their shoulders slumped and arms crossed in front of their chests.

  Again…why? Because they got the first wave of her rant. For the record, there are only two hos left. Four others walked out the moment Maci stepped inside the clubhouse. From what I’ve heard, that was the moment reality set in for most of them. Seems like there’s been talk amongst the hos.

  Fist Corban, my VP, now me, the Prez. Both making the legend plausible. Draining their hope to become an Old Lady. Because clearly, none of them fit the bill or the connection would have been felt at first sight. Each and every ho is aware that they are most definitely not Old Lady material.

  I’ve been holding off myself, not ready to surrender, but it’s useless. The legend is as strong as the connection between us, it’s rooted deep and the craving only intensifies. When I voiced the words, claiming her as mine, a soothing feeling settled within me. Even if she fights me, her body language doesn’t lie. She’s right there with me.

  Maci seems to be satisfied with the reaction the guys give her when she’s done reprimanding them, as she turns and strolls to me. “I have to go.”

  Looking over her head, I whistle quick and loud. Beecher connects with my gaze. “I’m heading out, call if something’s up.”

  “You got it, Prez,” Beecher assures before he takes a deck of cards in his hands and starts to shuffle them.

  I tip my head in the direction of the door. “We’re taking my truck.”

  “Your truck.” Maci snorts.

  “Yes, my truck.” Glaring at her, I explain further. “I feel safer with you sitting next to me, instead of behind me on my bike where I can’t protect your back. Oh, and I got stranded on my way over to you so the damn thing is getting repaired.” I sigh in frustration.

  Dammit, I would have loved the feel of her body pressed tight against me. To my surprise, Maci laces her fingers with mine and pulls me with her. When I glance to my right, I see her shoot a glare over her shoulders. The angle? I’m sure she’s directing it at the two hos. Damn. So fucking appealing the way she openly claims me.

  I don’t even give a shit if she’s only doing it to get her point across. Maci wants to disconnect our hands the moment we step out of the clubhouse. Tough shit, because I tighten my grip for a moment longer, and regretfully release her hand when I open the truck door for her. When I walk over to the driver’s side, I catch her hint of a smile through the front window before I get behind the wheel.

  “I agreed to meet him at Bettie’s. You know, the diner off route 425,” Maci informs me before she straps the seat belt.

  Turning in my seat, I looked straight at her. “There was just one DEA agent?”

  She shakes her head, making the braid that’s draped over her left shoulder move up and down. “Nope, there was a woman with him too. Agent Tracy Neeson and Agent Ronnie Flegg.”

  “Good to know,” I mutter and start the truck. “What exactly did you say to my brothers in there?”

  I couldn’t care less about the lecture she gave them in the clubhouse, and I can imagine it had something to do with the hos, but I am kinda curious.

  She gives me a cheeky grin. “That they’re not allowed to have sex until I give the all clear.”

  My head falls back and laughter fills the truck. “For real? Do you think they will listen to that?”

  “You bet your ass they will. Or there will be consequences. I’ve warned them to honor the Prez. Old Lady’s demands, because those are the rules,” she tells me in a stern voice.

  “Those are the…” I’m still laughing. Is she kidding me? “Living up to being the Prez. Old Lady already, huh?”

  Her chin raises and I fucking love her feistiness. She might not be on board fully with being mine, yet she’s already owning all the perks. My hand drifts to her knee, giving it a little squeeze before I let it rest there.

  I’m trying to concentrate on the road but it’s like our energy mixes where I’m touching her. Doesn’t even matter that her knee is covered in snug jeans. The fabric does nothing to mute our connection.

  While I don’t feel any resistance between us, I do sense some tension. It’s the diverted look out of the window while biting on her bottom lip that solidifies that thought.

  “What’s your worry, Captain? Seeing you’re talking about rules of the club, that gives me the impression you’ve got all the inside knowledge. Lay it on me, whatever it is. Truth and respect works both ways,” I tell her and keep my gaze straight ahead.

  Maci releases a deep sigh and lets her head fall into her hands. “I’m just so freaking tired of all of it. When is it going to end, huh? Doesn’t matter how high I keep my nose, or how hard I work. No matter what I give…” The heavy breath that slips free is tainted with misery. “It’s …such a contradiction.”

  “From what, darlin’?” I ask hesitantly.

  “My mother. She was so strong, always in control. I remember how she worked hard. When she gave us a job or told us something…my brothers and I would listen, no questions asked. She gave it all and made it look so gracefully easy. She used to tell me to keep my nose up with an open stance so you’re braced for whatever’s coming, one eye on the enemy, one on your surroundings while keeping your fists raised.” Her fingers slide down her face and she directs her gaze out the window again. “Well…I basically learned to never rely on anyone. My mother always made me promise to look out for my brothers. Guess I failed, huh?” Her voice cracks and she swallows. “I’m so freaking tired.”

  Fuck.

  Fuck.

  Fuck. It. All.

  Checking the rearview mirror, I guide the truck to the right and come to a stop. Reaching over, I grab her face in my hands and swipe my thumb beneath her eye. How I wish she would have a tear for me to catch and yet there is none. This strong, fierce woman gave everything she had for years. While there was no one there for her.

  She leans into my touch. For a moment, I expect her to close her eyes and accept the touch of comfort I give her. That is until her eyes bounce from left to right and a slight tension vibrates through her body. It’s as if she’s panicking in front of me, right in my own fucking hands.

  Then she surprises the fuck out of me when she unbuckles and is straddling me the next instant. I try to push out some words, but she swallows them with a violent kiss that has our teeth clashing.

  I’m going for a growl but instead it comes out in a rumbling moan. Maci nips my bottom lip before her tongue tries to take ownership of my mouth. I’m fucking multitasking here, because she’s grinding her hips against my dick. The massive hard on she’s created is painfully trying to find its way to her cunt, clearly feeling the heat that’s radiating through the two layers that’s preventing us from fucking.

  And believe me…it would be fucking. Raw, hard, and earth shattering. No making love, no sex, no going slow, or enjoying the other person’s body. Nope. Full force, full orgasm. Unload the tension…that kind of fucking.

  She might need this right now, but when that orgasm high fades she will be filled with regret. Besides, she deserves so much more than a quick fuck in a truck. My hand slides to her head while my fingers dig into her hair. Tightening, I deepen the kiss first before pulling back.

  Clutching her hips with my other hand, I prevent her from grinding. “You’re damn lucky to be wearing jeans. If you were wearing a dress or skirt, I would have ripped off your underwear and would had us both coming in the n
ext breath.”

  I don’t give her time to answer. I’m taking responsibility. She’s been the one that has taken the lead for years. This is something I can do for her and I’m damn well going to do it.

  Pulling her forward I slam my mouth over hers once more in a fleeting hard kiss before tearing our lips apart. “Get back in your seat, darlin’. We’re not having sex until I give the all clear.”

  Her eyes go wide before they narrow. Her beautiful tits are rapidly rising and falling underneath a tight, dark blue V-neck shirt. She slowly leans forward, a hair away from our noses touching.

  “Is that a challenge, Prez? Because,” she fucking swirls her hips against my rock-hard boner and fucking moans, “I have a feeling the words you just voiced were a waste of breath.”

  Yeah, my dick just twitched in agreement, already a slave to her every word, or movement for that matter.

  “Sit, Captain Cookie,” I snap, before I can take a breath to calm myself and steady my voice to add, “We just started and I’m in no hurry to get my dick wet, because I intend to be wrapped in your tight heat for a long fucking time to come.”

  A sly smile appears on her beautiful face before she leans in to diminish the fragment of space that was keeping us apart. My eyes fall closed to the addictive taste while our tongues battle. She licks in my mouth one last time before her teeth hold my bottom lip hostage for way too short before her weight lifts off me.

  Oh, yes. I’m debating on giving the all clear right the fuck now. The soft giggle that comes from my right make my eyes fly open. I try to glare but with her giggle flowing into full blown laughter, I have to look away.

  Adjusting my dick while the little horny hotness to my right takes in a breath, I check the mirrors, glance to my left, and ease the truck back on the road. We don’t speak until I guide the truck into a parking spot in the back.

  “Don’t touch the door until I come around and open it,” I growl.

  Walking around the back of the truck, I open the passenger door. Her eyes widen when I lean in and unbuckle the seat belt before I do the same with her jeans. With one hand bracing on the seat above her shoulder, I lean in to block the view for the outside, in case someone might stroll by.

  My fingers slide into her panties, making her gasp and allowing my tongue access to swirl around hers. The hunger she creates inside me is barely contained by the way she lets me feed off of her, both devouring each other’s mouths as if our next breath depends on it.

  I have to grip the seat tighter when my fingertips reach a tiny strip of curls on my way down to what I swear will be a heavenly drenched cunt, before I feel something else.

  A growl builds down deep in my chest. She’s got a fucking clit hood piercing by the feel of it. She keeps surprising me in every godforsaken way. I can’t wait to have a closer look and flip that sucker with my tongue, but that will have to wait. I slide two digits inside her tight heat. Pressing my thumb down on her nerve bomb, she goes off like a light.

  Fuck. Talk about built up tension. She gives to me so open and freely without thinking. I pull my head back to watch her face that’s filled with pleasure as her eyes roll back. Her lips, swollen and red, part as she moans out my name while her walls keep clenching around my fingers in rapid waves.

  Daaaaamn. This moment right here might be the most enchanting visual my eyes have ever experienced. I softly pump my fingers to extend her pleasure while I wait until she’s slumped into the seat.

  Maci’s eyes flutter open and she gives me a sheepish grin. “Was that your way of giving the all clear?”

  Her words make me snort. Brilliant woman. My thumb gives one final rub over her piercing before my hand slides out of her pants.

  “Sometimes you need a good rub, before it’s all clear. So let’s just say this was a little taste of what’s…to come.” I guide the two fingers that were inside her underneath my nose and inhale deep.

  My knees almost buckle at the scent of her arousal. So fucking good, my dick twitches in response. I can’t resist, my digits hit my tongue, leaving me to close my eyes and moan.

  “I need my mouth on your cunt and your cum on my tongue. But that’s got to wait until we get this meeting over with. And we need a bed in a room with a door we can lock without getting interrupted because there’s no way we can be done enjoying each other’s bodies for hours and hours to…”

  “To…come,” she finishes.

  “Yeah,” I croak. “And I need to see that piercing I felt that’s pressing on your clit.”

  And yet again I adjust my dick that’s been battling my pants for what seems like decades already.

  Maci eyes what I’m doing before she jumps out of the truck, and starts to adjust her clothes as she closes the truck door. “Do we need to talk things through first?”

  I raise my right eyebrow. “I thought we were on the same page a moment ago.”

  She rolls her eyes. “About the DEA, those agents inside of the restaurant, X. What should I tell them?”

  Again, my eyebrow raises. “X?”

  Maci tries to keep a straight face. “Yeah…X…definitely marks the spot.”

  “Inside, now,” I growl.

  Damn…what she doesn’t know yet, is the fact that I have an Apadravya and an Ampallang piercing. This combination is also called the magic cross. So with those two bars going straight through my dick…she’s bound to feel X marking the spot in a whole different way.

  She bites her bottom lip before letting go. “Fingers…or…”

  “Oh for fuck’s sake,” I mutter and grab her elbow to guide her across the parking lot to head for the restaurant.

  Chapter Four

  ***Maci***

  How in the hell am I supposed to concentrate when he’s sitting this close to me?

  “Can you maybe move and sit across from me?” I grumble.

  Xerox’s head turns and the corner of his mouth twitches before his gaze hits mine. “Not a chance, darlin’. I need you at arm’s length so I only have to reach out to touch what’s mine.”

  “Uh, huh…and that would be the very reason you should move.” I need to swallow before I bat his hand away.

  “We’re going to have a no touching rule.” I bite my lip before I let go and continue. “Hands off when others can see...”

  “Maci Meyer. Sorry we’re a little late.” A voice from my left states.

  See? Xerox consumes me to a point where I totally ignore my surroundings the second he touches me. It’s intense. I’m always in control, yet he seems to be the only one who can take leadership over me without feeling like I’m losing myself or the world around me.

  “We were enjoying each other’s company, so we didn’t mind waiting.” Xerox shoots a wink at me before he stretches out his hand to the DEA agent.

  “Ronnie Flegg,” Ronnie says before he shakes Xerox’s hand and sits down across from him.

  When his colleague steps closer to the table, a sudden urge to warn her off fills me. Pure green jealousy. It’s a feeling I’ve never experienced, one that makes me almost possessed when I growl, “That’s my Old Man, Xerox. Sit your ass down so we can get this meeting over with.” I’m absolutely shocked that it’s my voice I’m hearing, making the words flow through the air in utter anger.

  The woman smiles at me, nods, and clearly addresses Xerox but keeps her gaze locked with mine. “Xerox Vallentine, nice of you to accompany Ms. Meyer. I’m Agent Tracy Neeson.”

  Her reaction weirdly calms me down somehow. I barely manage to give her a tiny smile.

  Wait… “How do you know his name?”

  Xerox’s hand sneaks around my waist before he pulls me against his body. “I’m sure Agent Neeson is good at her job. She clearly did some digging around.”

  He leans in next to my ear and whispers, “I’m ignoring the no touching rule because you, darlin’, are fucking sexy when your jealousy comes bubbling to the surface.”

  Oh, shit. It’s that obvious? My jealousy is full blown and out in the
open for all to witness. All of this is very confusing. I mean, I can literally count the hours we’ve been together and while everything might seem so right, it’s in overdrive.

  Okay…deep breath…first these two in front of me, then the relationship thing. Relationship. Holy shit. Old Man. Old Lady. That’s married biker style, how did that happen? I need to…

  “Breathe, darlin’,” Xerox whispers again.

  Leaning forward, I place my elbows on the table and address the woman now sitting across from me. “Okay, let’s get to the point. You’re here about Nero, right?”

  “We are. When was the last time you saw him?” Tracy asks.

  “A few hours ago, when he showed up at my house for no reason at all.” Even the thought of that annoying asshole, the initial cause of most of my problems, makes my anger flare.

  Both of the DEA agents sitting across from me nod before they look at each other.

  Tracy turns her attention back at me. “What time did he show up, and what did you do after he left?”

  “What am I stupid? I don’t owe you an explanation or anything. I don’t even know why I came here, oh…no, wait. I do know…you two interfered with my life just like Nero does. You two showed up at my work, and the minute your asses left the building, they demanded mine followed. That’s right, you two were the last fucking drop in the bucket and got me fired. Awesome, huh?” I seethe and I’m about to get up but Xerox keeps me pinned against his body.

  “I think it’s safe to say you two upset my woman. I’m not gonna beat around the bush here, so listen up. We’re all aware of this Nero scumbag and it’s your job to take care of him. Now do your fucking job, and leave Maci and her brothers the hell out of this.” His voice is steady, but oh so cold.

  “I can have you arrested right this second.” Ronnie sneers before he adds in a very low voice, “Fucking biker scum.”